Chapter 8 Calling The Mafia , Daddy

• “The kind that you don’t break. Such as, you do not go anywhere alone. You will only work in my section of the casino during my shifts.” I struggle to hold in the final rule because I have no business making it. None at all. But it won’t stay trapped inside of me. “And if I catch you talking to men, if it looks like you’re speaking about more than a drink order, so help me God,Angel, I will…”
• I open the passenger door of my SUV and settle her on the seat, jerking the seatbelt around her, my dick throbbing like a motherfucker. “You’ll what?” she murmurs. “Spank me?”
• “No,” I rasp. “I’ll never do that again.”
• “Oh.” Her eyes fall to her lap where she fidgets with her dress. “I see.”
• I know I should leave it at that. No more spanking. End of story. But I can’t handle the note of dejection in her voice. “Why do you sound disappointed?”
• She shakes her head, forces a smile. “It’s nothing.”
• My forehead gravitates to hers naturally, pressing there. I’m not in control of my actions around this girl and that is terrifying. “Answer the question,” I say against her mouth.
• Now she’s breathing faster, her inhales and exhales matching mine. “I like being spanked. By you.” She rolls her lips inward, wetting them. “But I don’t think I would like it from anyone else.”
• “If you try and find out, we’re going to have a problem.”
• “Oh. Does that mean I’m your girlfriend now?”
• “Girlfriend?” The word sounds completely foreign coming from my mouth.
• “Yes. If you don’t want me speaking to other men, that makes me your girlfriend. Right?”
• “You can’t be my girlfriend, honey. You’re too young. And I don’t have a relationship with anyone but my maker. That’s how I live and it’s not going to change.”
• “Oh.” She pouts a little, then pushes me away, crossing her arms and getting comfortable in the seat. “Then I guess you can’t make rules about who I speak with.”
• Acid gurgles in my belly. “Excuse me?”
• “I will accept the rules about only working during your shift and when and not going anywhere alone.” Her smile is nothing short of angelic. “But I do not accept the other one.”
• “You will accept it.”
• “No.”
• “Angel,” I growl. “Men are a danger to you.”
• “I escaped one father. I don’t need another one.”
• It’s a good thing I’m your Daddy, then. Isn’t it? Not your father.
• Christ, I don’t know where these thoughts keep coming from. They are wrong. Twisted. I shouldn’t be filled with purpose at the thought of being her Daddy. That is for bored, wealthy men with loose principles. Not me. I’m supposed to be a self controlled man.
• I will figure out my fixation on this specific kind of relationship with Angel later. Right now, I’m focused on what she revealed. “You escaped your father?” Anger heats my insides. “Why did you need to escape him?”
• For several heartbreaking seconds, her lower lip wobbles until she straightens suddenly, putting some steel in her spine. Brave angel. “That’s the kind of thing I’ll tell my boyfriend.” She crosses her legs and the dress drifts all the way to her hip, giving me a view of her long, limber-looking thigh.
• “Can we please go now?”
• I’m torn between wanting to comfort her and the desire to break things. Already she is pulling me apart. “Not until you agree to the final rule.”
• She takes a long breath. “Maybe I have a rule of my own!”
• “What is it?”
• “I have to pay rent. Even if I’m only staying for a short while—”
• “You’re already planning to leave?”
• My shouted question jolts her in the seat, making her gasp. “W-well I’m going to start earning a paycheck eventually. After that, I’ll find my own place.”
• I haven’t even brought her home yet and I’m losing her? My head is pounding.
• “You’re not paying rent,” I rumble. “If you’re sleeping in your car, you can’t afford it.”
• To my astonishment—and panic—she unbuckles her seatbelt and starts to slide out of the passenger seat. “This clearly isn’t going to work.”
• And I make the very painful, very pleasurable mistake of catching her mid-slide, her thighs coming to a jarring stop around my hips—and her pussy landing, so sweet and soft, right on top of my nasty erection. “Ah fuck,” I grunt through my teeth. Nothing in the world can stop me from pinning her butt to the edge of the seat and rocking once, twice, my head tipping back on a moan.
• “Ahhhhh. Fuck. You make Daddy so hard.”